Solipsism

I want to undo the space between our lips

Without silencing you,

But that’s impossible.

I wish we could think thoughts

Into each other’s minds like flashes

Of the most imperfect light

All different colours, all different threads

Of a single, eternal experience

That

Morphs, decays and grows,

And weaves and steams and smelts

And burns and cools

And bursts and knots and steels,

That swells with wave-like sheets

Of icy love and warm indifference.

Life in all its flavours,

All it’s golden gleamings

And it’s fragrant rusts

All interwoven,

Ever-growing, bright-burgeoning,

One.